Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.